He sat her on the edge of a table and she had to lift her chin to keep kissing him. Had to reach to shove his jacket away from his shoulders. While he worked on getting his tie off, she nibbled on his earlobe and took apart his belt. He unzipped the back of her dress, then pushed her back, pulling the material away from her chest. When it was all pooled at her hips, showing off the matching bra to the panties he now owned, he pulled her to the very edge of the table top, kissing her hard.
It was so quiet in the bar. The music had long since stopped. Neither of them were saying anything. There was only the sound of their breathing, panting and gasping as they were. The semi-silence should've been unnerving. Liam had been a chatty cathy, and she didn't know why, but Katya had expected Wulf to be somewhat the same. But it seemed he didn't need words. The confidence in his touch, in the way he kissed her, was enough to get his message across.
She had been preoccupied with unbuttoning his shirt, so lost in the moment, that she didn't even realize what was happening till she felt his erection between her legs. Then he was kissing her at the same time as he was forcing himself inside of her. She cried out, unable to maintain the silence anymore. He was big, and much thicker than anything she'd ever experienced. Completely foreign to her body.
So fucking amazing.
She quite literally felt impaled. She needed time to adjust, and he wasn't giving it to her, and she didn't care. She dropped her forehead to his chest, groaning in time to each thrust as he forced himself deeper. She locked her legs around his waist, squeezing with her thighs, and he returned the favor by gripping her by the ass, forcing her harder against him.
By the time she remembered she should be a helpful partner, she was already halfway undone by him. She wanted to take off the rest of his clothes, peel off his undershirt so she could see his amazing body. But that would mean pushing him away, and she couldn't stand the idea of not touching him, of not being pressed against him. She bit at his chest through the thin material of his undershirt, finally earning a sound from him. He groaned out her name, then took a deep breath.
“Look at me.”
Another thing she'd never done during sex – staring into someone's eyes. But when she looked up, it was to find that he wasn't looking back at her. He was staring between them. One of his hands moved to her jaw, his thumb wrapping around it, forcing her to keep looking at his face. Then he was kissing her again, and she could feel his restraint starting to slip. She was heady with the knowledge that she was responsible for making his cool demeanor slip and she moaned into his mouth, forcing her tongue hard against his. Began working her hips back against his, meeting him thrust for thrust.
She wasn't sure if it was because he was about to break, or if he had a master plan, but he abruptly stopped moving. She started to moan in protest, but then was stopped short when he started scooting her backwards. He climbed onto the table with her, then laid her down flat, every inch of her covered by him. She coiled her arms around his shoulders, finally able to at least push his dress shirt off his body.
“God, Wulf, I -”
She was cut off by his tongue in her mouth. He wouldn't let her talk. It was like some sort of dark magic was expanding between them, and he didn't want anything to break the spell. She didn't mind at all and kissed him back, shoving her hands underneath his shirt, finally touching his skin.
His own hands weren't idle, burning up different paths on her body. Gripping her thigh, holding it high against his hip, allowing him to thrust deeper. She tossed her head back and magic or wait staff be damned, she began moaning loudly. She couldn't keep something that amazing inside. She clawed against his back with one hand, and with the other, she reached down and gripped onto his belt, yanking on it to urge him faster.
His mouth was on her breast when it started. His teeth grazed her nipple, though her bra, and the scratchy friction kicked off the first tremor. She said his name, and she could almost swear she heard him chuckle. Probably because he knew exactly what he was doing to her. His mouth went back to her nipple, soaking the material separating him from her skin, his tongue flat and hard against her. Her whole body started to shake.
“Wulf,” she whispered his name, her entire body coiling around him in tension. In preparation for the explosion that was coming.
“So, so, sweet, Katya,” he sighed into her skin. “So fucking good. You are so incredibly fucking good. Do you have any idea?”
Words were gone from her vocabulary. She could only moan and cry and beg. So much begging.
“From now on,” he began to pant while he spoke. “No panties when you're with me. I will be doing this whenever, wherever, I want, and I don't want anything in my way. Understood?”
She hoped her orgasm was a good enough answer. The back of her head hit the table painfully as she shrieked, and she was pretty sure she ripped his shirt down the back. She couldn't help it. She felt like she was going to die, but in the best possible way. He was so thick inside her, that every time a fresh wave from her orgasm had her clenching down on him, it actually intensified the feeling. She was almost sobbing by the time her body started to come down from the high.
She dropped her legs flat against the table, absolutely useless to help him or give anything back to him. He'd fucked her into another state of being. Old-Katya was officially gone, he'd killed her with that orgasm. And if she wasn't positive about it right that moment, when he painfully squeezed her breast at the same time as coming inside her, she was definitely sure.
Buh-bye, old-Katya. Can't say I'll miss you. Thanks for all the beige clothing.
She was still in orbit somewhere, but Wulf was able to pull himself together and climb off the table, pulling his pants up as he moved. She still felt like a puddle of goo, but he grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet. While she struggled to get her arms back through her dress, he pulled off his tattered and torn undershirt. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his body. She'd just been touching that!? Jesus, with a body like that, he could charge people to touch him, and here she'd had the chance to do it for free and she'd been too preoccupied with silly things like orgasms.
“Keep staring at me like that, Tocci, and we won't make it out of here anytime soon.”
He didn't bother giving her a chance to respond, he just turned her around and zipped up her dress. Then while still buttoning his shirt, he led the way out of the bar, unlocking the door and letting her walk out ahead of him.
“Should we tell them we're leaving?” Katya asked while she hopped around, trying to put on her shoes.
“I'm sure they'll guess we've gone, once they realize you're not screaming anymore.”
Flames raced across her face.
“I don't normally do things like that.”
“I know. C'mon, I'll give you a ride home.”